Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
X-101,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.